Goodbye Summer

You had your time.  You made your presence far more obvious than ever.  The heat waves, hurricanes, flooding ants fires.  You had a good run Summer, but it’s time we show you the door.  Ladies, gather your bikinis, tube tops, flip flops and biker shorts and pack ’em away.  Gents, except for the tube tops you do the same.  

While I’ve never understood people’s obsession with summer, this year I really didn’t get it.  There was a full week when no one on our street left the house.  Well maybe for food but that was it.  Malls were considered shelters.  A swimming pool?  Nirvana.  I am glad to say goodbye to starting the car and cranking the A/C then going back inside and returning once the temperature became humane.  My dogs never did their business quicker and then floored it back inside.  This isn’t all that glamorous of a season.  

And that’s why Labor Day is a landmark holiday pour moi.

And now, live from Iceland it’s AUTUMN.  You’ll get to wear a thing called clothing.  You can take those feet of yours and wrap ’em in leather.  There’s this material called wool.  Welcome wool.  Sweaters, blazers, flannel, corduroy, thermal shirts, turtle necks for those older gentlemen with Turkey Neck syndrome.  Just cover it all up (body) and leave it alone.  Say bye-bye to White & Rosé wine and pick up an oaky cabernet.  But be careful.  Wool stains in comparison to a poly-spandex mix.

Now raking leaves, well that part sucks.  Especially when the leaves that blanket your back yard come from trees that aren’t even yours.  I just love pitching in to make the lives of others easier.  And soon I’ll have the blisters to prove it.  But while they’re still attached and in the midst of a color change, well what beats that?  The weather gets crisp, not soggy.  I could go on and on.

Some call it Autumn.  Some call it Fall.  Whatever you prefer, let’s just thank Mother Nature for these next few months of comfort and civility.